The beauty of March is everywhere. Looking up, the tree was covered with red flowers and green leaves.
Too much time is busy making a living, turning a blind eye to this beautiful scenery and selectively ignoring it. Then I lamented that I had no time to relax and travel.
The place where the soul rests is quiet and beautiful. In this world, nothing is meddling except life and death! Let go of your persistence, there is heaven everywhere.
Inadvertently, it's almost spring, and the grass grows and the warblers fly. Wicker fills the air, ten thousand hanging green silk tapestries, green wheat seedlings, also like a green carpet into the sky, full of vitality.
In fact, the beautiful spring has been opening its arms and embracing each of us, no matter whether you are running around or confused.
How can such a beautiful spring scenery be ignored? Take some time to enjoy spring!
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
I think this poem is a classic poem expressing the pleasure of traveling.
The following details will be explained:
This poem is a tour of Shanxi village by Lu You, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. At the end of the year, the poet Lu You went to Shanxi Village. The farmers in charge of reception are very enthusiastic. There are plenty of chicken and dolphin meat, as well as homemade wine. A cup of turbid restaurant Wan Li, Lu You is very happy.
Lu You walks in the quiet mountains, the clear mountain springs flow in the winding streams, the vegetation is lush, and the winding mountain roads are more and more difficult to identify. When I was confused, I suddenly saw flowers in front of me, and several farmhouse cabins were looming. Lu you was overjoyed and sighed with emotion: there is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village.
This is a self-help tour of Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty. If it is today, it will be a popular outdoor activity for donkey friends-upstream!
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. This is what Lu You felt when he was very happy when he was playing outside. I think this is also the charm of travel. Nowadays, more and more people like outdoor activities, camping, exploring and mountain climbing.
Why do donkey friends like it? Because there is no doubt about mountains and rivers, there is another village.
In life, blooming is only a moment, and enjoying the long loneliness after the peak is a kind of practice. The same is true of travel. Travel is short on the road, but the journey of life is long on the road. Therefore, expanding the width of life journey and enjoying the scenery along the way is the charm of life journey.
"I want to go to Tibet, look up at the snowy areas, the beautiful green grass, and the pastures in my heart are everywhere." I want to go to Tibet is my favorite song, and her melody is used in my ringtone.
Going to Tibet is my dream, but it hasn't come true yet. I am eager to travel, but there is no real travel, more just travel.
Traveling is going from where I live to where others live. I look at my life. I look at my life. It is the role exchange and mutual experience between people. I just lived in a different place during my trip. After the trip, I was exhausted physically and mentally, and life remained the same. Few people come back from a trip without regret, at least I always come back empty-handed on a whim.
Travel is an escape from life. This is a spiritual journey to integrate into nature and release oneself. When you are anxious and tired, you need to purify your soul. If you live in order, you must travel.
It is best to travel alone, pack your bags on your back, face the rising sun and walk between heaven and earth. Give up all desires and distractions in life, stay away from secular interference and get close to nature.
You don't have to go to famous mountains and rivers to travel, because there are mountains and people there. Travel is just to relax the mind, not just to appreciate the scenery, but to feel the scenery with your heart and appreciate the poetry of people walking between heaven and earth.
Travel is a spiritual practice, a lonely walk and a transformation of "true self". Into the embrace of the earth, listen to the heartbeat of the earth; Look up at the white clouds in the sky and lament the smallness of people; Kissing the fragrance of wild flowers, drinking the clear spring of the mountain stream, running wildly on the Yuan Ye and howling loudly on the top of the mountain. Tear yourself to pieces, dissolve in nature, and reshape a brand-new me.
Life is a difficult journey, you and I are both passers-by, just like stopping at different hotels. Enjoy the scenery on the road of life and realize life on the road of travel. My dream of traveling will definitely come true.
I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this.
This is the mentality and demeanor that a travel enthusiast should have. I don't travel very often, not because I don't like traveling, but because most people's travel is not a real trip.
Either you are on the road or your heart is on the road. In fact, the roots of travel go far beyond these. What most of us say about traveling may just be traveling, relaxing and getting close to nature. And the trip I want needs a feeling, a sharing and an integration. Just like this poem by Li Taibai, I saw the green hills, and the green hills looked at me.
This is a kind of selfless spiritual integration, just like He Shan and I are old friends, and we are as broad-minded as one day.
Once I went to Putuo Scenic Area, I saw Yi-Liu Yang and the flooded river bank. The tourists were slowly knitting Sanskrit, and suddenly I felt very disappointed. Looking around, no one can share such a beautiful moment. As far as I know, there are many worries about my work and human feelings. I think Putuo is far inferior to Putuo. Only when I know that I will travel again in the future can I be clear, intimate and truly travel.
I was most afraid of accidentally passing a pavilion, but I didn't know her name was Aiwan Pavilion. I walked across a bridge, but I didn't know her name was Dangyang Bridge, and I missed a tomb. I didn't know this was the tomb of Xizi. I climbed a mountain before I knew her name was Jingting Mountain. It's as embarrassing as going to a friend's house and not knowing her.
I have traveled to many places, but I have never dared to say that I am traveling. Because the castle peak I see is far less than my castle peak. Fo Yin monk said, Buddha looks at people like Buddha, and magic looks at people like magic. The scenery I see is just a mood, but the scenery I see is a scenery. The bright moon decorated my window, and I only decorated my dreams.
I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this.
A landscape can sometimes melt into your mood, and a wonderful poem that represents all your emotions may come naturally. This is what a poet thinks is the greatest charm of travel. As a sentimental person, he is more likely to be infected by the environment and completely integrate his thoughts with the scenery he saw during his trip. I'm not a painter. I can't draw beautiful pictures. Only by taking pictures of what I saw outside the Great Wall with my words, can you feel the wind and sand blowing!
Photos outside the Great Wall
I sent away my thoughts with tears.
Like sending away a tragic picture.
I looked out and there was a lot of red dust rolling in the distance.
Along the river bank
I run with the sky.
Drift in the next possible direction.
But it was blocked by a row of walls.
Mud mounds rising on the horizon.
Gaze into the distance
What touches your eyes is yellow sand and wind.
Wandering slowly along the wall.
A moonlight in the broken wall
Hang my portrait on the wall.
Reflect your shadow
Deep, deep.
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Wang Wei's "the desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the long river sets the yen", which I think is the most beautiful scenery on the journey.
Whenever I think of this sentence, I close my eyes, and the picture depicted in the poem comes to my eyes, which makes me yearn for it. The endless desert, a wisp of solitary smoke, without a trace of wind to disturb it. There are no trees in the desolate desert, only the Yellow River stands abruptly there, and the round sun is about to set. Looking from a distance, it seems to be nestled next to a long river. What a beautiful picture, if there is a chance.
There is another clip in the movie Lolita, which also makes me envy. Of course, I don't like the nondescript relationship between humbert and Lolita. One of them is that Lolita's mother Charlotte discovered humbert's bad intentions. After being killed in a car accident, humbert and Lolita started a vagrant and nondescript love affair on the highway. I also yearn for myself or another half in the future, driving to see the desert, watching the lonely smoke, watching the long river and watching the sunset, that's all.
1. Dream of yourself, lost yourself, suddenly enlightened yourself. Then get together somewhere in the world and have a good time.
2. Many things are like traveling. When you make a decision and take the first step, the hardest part has actually been completed.
3. Life is like a trip, you don't have to care about the destination, but about the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. Let your mind travel!
Don't forget to promise what you want to do, and don't forget to promise the way you want to go, no matter how difficult it is or how far it is.
5. Q: Why do you like climbing mountains? A: Because the mountain is there. Maybe traveling is the same, because the road is there.
The Italian night wind in June and July is cool, and I don't feel cold when I get into my sleeping bag. Looking up at the starry sky, the bright Tianhe is the warmest quilt-backpacking for ten years.
In April, the traveling companion is a beauty, and the wanderer is gone forever.
Blow the cymbals of Songyang and Qingjiang under the festival;
There is nothing to worry about but this Peach Blossom Garden and four walls!